I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.